The Sounds of Music....
Music is in the air in our city, at the usual places like CMH (Charleston Music Hall) but also scattered all around.
I try to get out and literally support live music at the Pour House, Tin Roof, and other venues.
It's a labor of love and I flinch when security taps me on the shoulder and says I can't use my camera at a show.
I point out I am complying with the rules as stated at the front door - not using flash and not videotaping performers.
Also stressing I have a point-and-shoot small travel camera that does NOT have removable lenses like a pro DSLR. I am not a threat!
I am told I can use my phone but not my camera. It's possible I have the ONLY camera in the place now that the ubiquitous cell phone has taken over.
The problem for me is my camera has an excellent zoom lens that lets me get in close to capture beads of sweat, glistening on a performer's face.
Cell phone cameras are improving almost daily but can't match that critical excellence quite yet.
I assume technology eventually will bring them to the point that a cell could attain the crisp clarity I now can achieve with my shirt pocket-size digital camera.
The two photos shown here so far were taken with my Smartphone.
Instead of staying in my seat and capturing Jonny Lang and his band the other night, I stood up and walked closer to the stage.
They were taking their final bow after a 2-hour show at this stop on their 2017 national tour,
In this instance, I "was" the zoom lens.
Earlier, seated and using my phone, it performed well because it did not need to "move in closer."
I wanted to capture the overall scene of the solo encore when Jonny came out alone and played 3 more songs.
Then, the rest of the band came back out and joined the encore.
The lighting was moody and excellent.
the young man and his band who was the opener, really dazzled the crowd, receiving frequent and prolonged well-deserved standing ovations.
He said it was his first trip to Charleston and he appreciated the warm audience reaction to his band and their music.
Lang mentioned how pleased he was with the success of Sullivan as the opener and advised us to keep alert as his popularity rises. "You will hear a lot from this young man," Lang added.
Last Saturday, I was surprised by an elaborate and colorful music DJ setting up at Mellow Mushroom Pizza Bakers in North Charleston.
I had just finished a mini-Brewery Crawl and was ready to dig into a pizza or Calzone.
Well, and a beer.
The Calzone was great, the beer was cold and the music was unexpected.
Later learned it was an after-party for The Chainsmokers
appearing that night at the Coliseum.
This is a walk-to-it event
held at the Mellow Mushroom, sponsored by Yazoo Brewery.
Not a place to try for a quiet conversation but the fellow diners and party-goers seemed more than all right with it!
The party was to officially begin around 10 pm, after the show ended at the Coliseum and when the crowd started to arrive. As usual, I had my pro earplugs with me, so I slipped them in and enjoyed my meal.
The sound - and the lighting - was spectacular.
I wandered over to take a closer look at all the hardware it took to put on this show. There was a lot of it!
I also looked up some background on Yazoo Brewery in Nashville, Tennessee.
Very fitting because I had just visited four local breweries.
(Click on the photos and links for more details.)
Thanks for coming along on this musical interlude...and the after-party.
Labels: 500 mm zoom lens, calzone, cellphone vs camera, Jonny Lang, Mellow Mushroom Pizza Bakers of North Charleston, Quinn Sullivan, Security at CMH, The Chainsmokers after-party, Yazoo Brewing Company
Two Sets of Three...so far
Some know that I started growing a beard last year.
to be exact. That's the month that a mustache is grown to show support for a worthy cause - awareness of men's health issues.
If you have not seen my moustache AND beard, here is a photo of what it looks like.
No, not really.
That actually is me standing behind a cut out of the distinctive photo on the label of a popular beer made by Holy City Brewing Company.
It is called Chucktown Follicle Brown
and the cut-out that beckons you to poke your face through is at the brewery on Dorchester Road.
This was one of the three places visited Saturday on another rousing, brave but cheerful, Brewery Mini-Crawl.
There are several other clusters I plan to visit.
Cheerful because it was time to visit a trio of craft beer-making places.
It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and my camera and I were among happy, cheerful people, chugging some fine tasting beers.
Looks like some breweries serve food so children are allowed to be there.
I saw lots of families enjoying an offbeat pre-Easter outing.
To wisely sample the offerings of many beers it pays to be sensible.
At each place, I looked over the menu and selected four small "samples" of the brewmaster's product by a particular brewing company.
Moderation in moderation.
Here I chose 2 dark stout and porter beers and two lighter ones:
Notorious Hen, an American Porter with a BBQ Rub; Fancy Stout with sweetteeth caramel added; Smells Like Rick, bourbon barrel aged and Kate the Great, red wine barrel aged.
While sipping and tasting, I saw a lady with a 4-glass flight, taking a sip of each glass in rotation so all four were now half-filled.
Hmm. Kind of defeating the whole tasting concept.
Might as well pour all four mixed together in a pint glass!
Looking to my right I saw a colorful, catchy mural by the artist Patch Whisky.
There was a sizable crowd this afternoon at the bar and I could not avoid having a man's head included in the lower left of the mural.
Not my best ever use of the clone app of Photoshop, but I did try to eliminate the fellow. If you can't see what I did there, I am sure the artist would have issues.
Let's just not tell him and keep this among ourselves. Thanks. Whew.
Hoping the get a view of the Ashley River before sunset, we headed over to nearby one-year-old FreeHouse Brewing Company.
Known for its nice deck, picnic tables and spectacular sunsets on the river, it also prides itself on producing all organic craft brews.
Our friendly bartender showed a Thursday sunset photo she had phone snapped and I recalled it had
been a cloudy sky which usually adds bright colors to the end of the day.
Looking out past the tall, silvery beer vats and the bar, I saw it was a lackluster kind of sky so just sat at the bar and tried a 4-glass flight.
The organic beers I sipped included a Green Door IPA, the HooDoo Imperial Stout, Lucky Oyster Stout and a Battery Brown Ale.
These four 4 oz glasses held enough to really savor the taste, yet kept total consumption to a minimum.
Being an older native Charlestonian, I can remember when the Fox Music store was downtown on the corner of King and Beaufain Streets.
My 1950s high school buddies and I would go in to browse the vinyl records.
Then we'd select one or two albums and walk down the squeaky wood floor, enter one of several glass enclosed booths and play the record on a turntable. Some dancing often happened.
I had left town by the time it closed and moved out to 3005 West Montague Avenue.
Part of their building in the back was used to store pianos but, after a lot of work, that space was opened three weeks ago as the Rusty Bull Brewing Company
, in Suite 110.
I peeked through the window in the front door and stepped in to be part of the "soft opening."
The Official grand opening is set for May 6. I like one of their slogans:"We make it. You drink it."
I chatted with the two Co-Founders, heavy-bearded Ben Mayer and Brian Bogstad.
As usual, I ordered a flight so I could sample some but, instead of four, a fifth was added.
As the menu board on the wall behind the bar stated, right now they only make five offerings so they threw in the 5th to give me ALL of today's taste options!
Here is a shot of the menu on the wall of beers offered but many more will be added by the May 6 Grand Opening, Ben assured me.
Reason enough for me to swing by again. And again.
I saw something new being offered at these breweries.
I was used to seeing a large dark colored glass 64-oz Growler that can be filled and sealed (no open container in your car).
The new item is a Crowler. a 32-oz metal container that is sealed with a flip-top so you can conveniently - and legally - take two pints home.
Currently, they are closed Sunday and Monday, but that is subject to change.
(Click on the images and links for more details.)
This is only the second mini-Brewery Crawl. As more are added, this could turn into a long-term writing odyssey!
That would be cool.
Labels: Brewery mini-Crawl, Chucktown Follicle Brown, FREEHOUSE Organic Beer, Growlers and Crawlers., Holy City Brewing Company, Rusty Bull
13 is a lucky number....
Anthony "Packrat" Thompson and his harmonica, agree that Gary Erwin, a.k.a. Srimp City Slim
, has been Charleston's Number One, main Blues Man for at least 20 years.
I've been back home about that long and I heard Shrimp when I first got back here from traveling for a long, long time.
He plays Blues on stage, spins Blues records on his Sunday morning radio show and performs a weekly Blues Cruise on Charleston Harbor with his tight band.
I came back home just in time to enjoy his 17-day annual Februay long-running Blues Bash.
This busy promoter and performer is a gift from Chicago and this weekend, he staged his 13th annual Blues By The Sea
at Freshfields Village Green at Kiawah.
Gary "arranged" a cloudless, sunny Sunday event that draws hundreds each year to this free musical outing.
The printed program stated it was sponsored by the Cultural Events Fund of the Town of Kiawah Island.
Gary told us that the 14th annual has already been approved by the Fund for 2018. Hooray!
Happy dancers kicked up their heels when this was announced.
This year we were not only entertained by the opening act Chef Bill Wharton, we also were watching as he played and whipped up a tasty simmering pot of delicious Louisiana Gumbo!
Smelled so good!
The Sauce Boss
started "cookin'" with his music about 28 years ago and we all were offered a bowl of happiness at the end of his second set.
He stopped once to add splashes of his "secret Sauce" into the pot.
A table was set up in front of the bandstand and, at the break, we eagerly queued for our bowl and spoon.
I scored lots of okra, tangy sauce, and a good-size crawdad.
Gary had the Sauce Boss open the show, followed by Robert "Top" Thomas and the Packrat's Smokehouse.
They are the purveyors of turgid deep Blues known as Florida Swamp sounds.
Featured on vocals - and harmonicist extraordinaire - was Anthony "Packrat" Thompson, pictured in the first photo above
The little kids - and their parents - knew how to react to the hot, bouncy sounds this Sunday afternoon.
It was a good workout for my Canon SX280HS
with its crystal clear images and crisp 500 mm zoom lens.
Children, especially, tend to freeze up - or strike a pose - when they see a camera pointed at them.
With the long zoom lens, I was able to remain seated in the audience beneath the huge white tent and zero in on the jumping, grinning and laughing activity in front of the stage.
I didn't stop and ask the name of the lady with the colorful parasol.
As the sun moved around from left to right, she adjusted her shade-maker accordingly to keep her cool.
Here she was being offered a bowl of Gumbo and had to decide how to handle the vittles.
It was definitely a two hand operation to spoon up the food, liberally enhanced by Bill Wharton's own formula Liquid Summer sauce.
The 3rd and final act of the day was The Lucky Losers,
Click the link to see several of their videos.
Bay area notables Cathy Lemons (vocals) and Phil Berkowitz (harmonica and vocals) have joined forces in the Lucky Losers, a swingin', rockin' ensemble making their South Carolina debut.
Theirs is a classic sound with great original songs and female/male lead vocals and lots of spicy instrumental work.
The late afternoon cooling golden glow brought out the dancers of all ages.
Fueled perhaps by a helping of Gumbo, the couples - and singles - whirled around and around, moving to the energetic beat.
Thanks again, Gary, you gave us something for everyone for your lucky 13th.
(Click on the photos and links for more details.)
It was a pleasant, musical afternoon down at the entrance to Kiawah.
Labels: Anthony "Packrat" Thompson, Bill Wharton Sauce Boss, colorful Parasol, free admission, free Gumbo, Free music, Kiawah Cultural Events Fund, Packrat's Smokehouse, The Lucky Losers
Something's brewing here....
I admit it was on my second visit to Ghost Monkey Brewery
in Mt. Pleasant that I caught the joke.
Looking over the changing menu of freshly-brewed beers - trying to remember the name of the one which I had liked so much on my first visit - I spotted the bold sign about WATER.
Many restaurants with soft drink dispensers usually have one tap for water when you don't care for a sugary, fizzy soda.
Just didn't register until my buddy pointed at the sign and said, "That's funny."
Huh? What's laughable about knowing where to find the water?
Well, in a place that concocts its own types and tastes of craft beers, it produces a chuckle when you see what these brewers think a certain other national beer tastes like.
Actually, when I told the owner I liked his visual joke, he explained he didn't have a Bud Lite pull to sit on top of the tap.
I agreed that anything with "LITE" in its name is hardly a craft brew.
At the second stop along a recent Brewery Crawl
- centering on East Cooper - I pulled up a stool at Two Blokes Brewery
and tried to quickly slurp a Spilt Milk.
Didn't follow the physics exactly, but, similar to an Irish Car Bomb, when you combine two different elements together in a rush, there is an explosive effect.
Here you start with a tasty Milk Stout and a separate 4-ounce glass of coffee.
I was advised to sip some stout to make room to add the coffee for an interesting mixture and taste.
I also was warned there would be an overflowing surprise reaction if I added the coffee too quickly.
(The bartender stood nearby with a handful of paper napkins and a fluffy bar towel.)
He saw the look in my eye and knew there would be some soppin' up to be done.
The final stop on this Crawl was nearby at Westbrook Brewing Co.
I had taken its excellent brewery tour a while back and remembered it as one of the largest in the area.
Several restaurants offered the Westbrook Mexican Cake
, it's first anniversary series, that contains aged cocoa nibs, vanilla beans, cinnamon sticks and fresh habanero peppers.
It is a chili beer, but it is not available year round.
Evil Twin Brewing
liked its contents enough that it collaborated with Westbrook to produce the Imperial Mexican Biscotti Cake Break.
Evil Twin is a gypsy, meaning its beers are brewed at/by another brewery. In this case, Westbrook.
As it was being poured the bartender made sure I knew it was the Biscotti version.
Westbrook does not sell food so a few nights later I went to Zia Taqueria
on Maybank Highway in West Ashley and ordered three enchiladas with chicken, pork, and steak.
I probably should have ordered the Mexican rice as a side dish or the black beans to add some variety.
The "Christmas colors" of red and green sauces, drizzled with sour cream, were the reverse of what I expected: the green was hot and the red was milder.
Oh, and no Mexican Cake or Biscotti here so I drank a Dos Equis Amber. Sorry, Westbrook.
(Click on the images and links for more details.)
Thanks for tagging along on this three brewery area "crawl."
Just heard a new one has opened so I will explore another area where several breweries are clustered.
I believe the number of breweries here in Charleston now is a "Baker's Dozen."
Look out Asheville!
Labels: baker's dozen, enchiladas, Evil Twin Gypsy Brewery, Ghost Monkey Brewing Company, Mexican Cake Double Imperial Stout, Spilt Milk, Two Blokes, Westbrook Brewery, Zia Taqueria
These meal companions would be long remembered...
We all know there usually is a crowd of people milling around in front of Hyman's Seafood on Meeting Street.
Having to stand in line - or sit and bounce on a Charleston joggling board - seems to attract tourists as our season gets underway.
But there are loyal locals mingling in that crowd. I go there and often take my visitors there.
Staff members roam among the patient patrons, offering a mini-menu to study while one waits or handing out an appetizing crunchy and sweet-tasting hushpuppy.
I've stood there, munching on the deep-fried treat as I wait for my name to be called. I just don't wait as long.
I am a designated VIP.
A laminated card in my wallet is shown discreetly when I arrive and my party and I are seated as quickly as possible.
My first special access treatment started about 20 years ago when Eli Hyman handed the special pass to me.
Eli explained he wanted to thank - and encourage - locals to dine there.
It was a bright blue key chain that had a photo of staffers posed out front.
It stated that it was a special local "insider" opportunity to enjoy the food without waiting and hanging around out front - like a tourist!
Oh, Eli loves these out-of-town visitors. And us.
He is the 4th or 5th generation of owners and, along with other managers, they wander among the diners, stopping at each table to say thank you and to solicit feedback.
Banners proudly are displayed inside that says the place runs on two rules:
1. The customer is alway right and
2. if there is a problem, see rule #1.
I was downtown early a few days ago after a dental appointment at MUSC and thought I'd stop in and see if they served a breakfast meal.
It was about 11:20 and I walked right in and was seated near a window on the first floor.
I was able to watch the lunch crowd gather outside as I enjoyed some sumptuous Shrimp & Grits - Carolina Delight.
Grits is traditionally a breakfast food in the South and the added treat was a topping of bacon and cheese. Mmmmm.
One quirk I like is the brass plaque that states who had dined there.
Well, maybe not at THAT particular chair at that table.
But, records indicate that those named had indeed dined there.
Even Oprah who used a fake name when she signed up to run the annual Bridge Run years ago.
I looked around to see who else would be my companions if the seating was possible.
Well, he would bring some humor to the table and some diversity for Senator Thurman.
Reached over with my camera to snap a shot of the plaque that would indicate who would fill the 4th seat.
Not proud of the shaky shot but I was laughing and made sure the last of the foursome would be identified.
Comedy. government and "The Blues."
Lively conversation indeed! Filibuster and other stand-up comedy.
The Sisters would put down their wooden rulers and applaud Jake and Elwood for a change.
I had a good meal, chatted with Eli some left a good tip.
Grits for breakfast - the most important meal of the day
, especially in the South.
(Click on the images and the links for more details.)
Contact Eli to get YOUR VIP discreet seating pass. Proof of residency required.
Labels: #Eli Hyman, Bacon and cheese on top, Carolina Delight, discreet fast seating, for LOCALS only, get the free boiled peanuts and crisp hushpuppies, Grits for breakfast, thanks Susan and Miss Cheryl
DIGNITY on stage, above all else...
OK. I understand showmanship.
It's "all part of the act."
It demonstrates a side of the performer not quite perceived at first.
A well-rounded person has many aspects.
Performers "do what hits them" at the moment.
Unconventional often is entertaining.
All of this describes St. Paul and the Broken Bones.
He opened on a darkened stage and a spotlight showed him wearing a priestly cape.
The rest of the soul-searing sextet were arrayed behind him in this very dramatic start to a curious evening
There were songs from Paul Janeway's first album Half Of The City and the newest SEA OF NOISE.
But, I was waiting for the Zany to start.
I first saw St. Paul at the relatively small club The Pour House, just a few years after they had formed in 2011.
Impressed by the raw energy of this smiling/grinning young version of James Brown, I enjoyed the Southern-fried Soul and Gospel-soaked goodness of his vocals.
I planned to keep an eye on this guy.
Next thing I knew he was opening for the Rolling Stones in Atlanta!
I was there in the audience and saw how well-received he was as he reminded the huge crowd they were from Birmingham, Alabama.
I also enjoyed Mick and the Stones.
This was night number two at the sold out Charleston Music Hall.
Previously I had seen him there and he threw his shoes into the aisle and crawled on his hands and knees to retrieve them. Then, he walked atop arm rests back to the stage.
That was quirky.
This night he threw one gold shoe back over his shoulder, dropped to
his knees and crawled backward under the draped space beneath the drummer's riser.
There he found a stash of fresh fruit and a red apple shot out toward the front of the stage.
That was followed by a yellow banana that he peeled as he emerged, taking a bite and squishing the rest in his hand.
He was already prone as he crawled out, so no chance of slipping on the peel.
It was dangling from his hand as he dragged his right knee through the mushy mess.
A lady in the audience offered him a t-shirt to clean his slippery hands and face as he began to sing again.
(Frankly, I don't recall if he was singing during the previous backward crawl and fruit-tossing action.The visuals filled my consciousness.)
He finished the show and came out for an encore
"I won't sing one song...I'll do FOUR," he announced.
The crowd had stood for most of the show and applauded his intent to give a little bit more of his shake and sweat evening.
No other fruit was introduced and Paul joked that some crew or band members had surprised him with the fruit when he did his crawl.
I had kept my camera ready for any more surprises.
And I was rewarded when he finished his last song, stooped down and started ripping up the gold-colored carpet that had been taped down before the show started.
He thanked us for coming as he fashioned a "cape" and wrapped it around him as he exited stage right to an appreciative -though startled - crowd.
I am so glad there were no restrictions on photography that night!
(Click on the images and links for more details.)
The CMH has exploded with hundreds of shows the last few years under the guidance of Executive Director Charles Carmody
Thanks, Charles, this evening had a lot of a peell
Labels: # Paul Janeway, #Atlanta Rolling Stones, #Birmingham Alabama, #carpet cape, #Charles Carmody, #Charleston Music Hall, #CMH, #Half of the City album, #Sea of Noise album, #St. Paul and the Broken Bones
"Never On Sunday"
was a 1960 movie starring Oscar Winner Melina Mercouri.
I flashed on that movie title last weekend as I braved a chilly, dreary, misting, gray day on King Street.
I parked in the Francis Marion garage and quickly checked the hotel lobby for any members of my photography group.
Nope, just me at the 2:00 pm meetup time.
My camera in hand, I wanted to see if anyone else ventured out on this 2nd Sunday on our downtown's main street.
Quick answer - it was not crowded but it wasn't deserted either.
Musicians showed up to entertain, dogs wore snappy-looking sweaters and one fellow quickly adapted to not remembering to bring his gloves.
I complimented him and asked if I could snap a picture of him reacting to a sunless afternoon.
He laughed and said his friends wanted to show him a regular specific Sunday event and he forgot his gloves.
Did not get his name so I have no idea where Saint Joseph might be.
In street photography, you usually do not speak to the person who often is totally unaware you are taking their picture.
A good single shot should tell a story but I often add a caption to make sure the message is sent/received. This young man was glove-less but not a "shoelesss Joe."
These two young ladies braved the late Winter blast of cold air to remind passersby that Spoleto Festival happens in the "real warm Spring."
In April & May, usually fur-lined parkas, scarves and yes - even gloves - are seldom required.
When they realized I might show their picture, the identification was cautiously given as L-R: Jessie R. and Niki D. Or, vice versa.
Tucked into a storefront, out of the wind, was Lauren Swann who fiddled as people briskly walked by.
The talented busker violinist told me she also liked the acoustic effect of stepping back from the sidewalk into a recessed doorway.
I too enjoyed being out of the blustery weather and asked a few more questions.
Lauren said she played with the Summerville Orchestra and the Southcoast Symphony.
I thought of an apt caption for this photo of signage at the small grocery store, not far from the College of Charleston, would be "Bare necessities."
There also was a small notice sign on the door cautioning that there was a resident cat named Sandy inside.
It added that the owner was not responsible for any possible injury and ended with a stipulation that dogs were not allowed inside.
I saw that the skinny dip, Charleston Edition
was using 2nd Sunday to offer a sampling of a Nantucket company opening April 1. A preview pre-opening.
Click on the link and see the Charleston City Paper's story that has plenty of details.
Jennifer, the local nice lady working for the store, answered my questions and quelled my curiosity.
The printed flyer she handed me said one will be able to shop fashion, discover brands and savor a wine or a coffee on the patio.
Seeing her standing at a table of imprinted t-shirts, set up in front of a building obviously still being renovated, made me stop to hear the story. Glad I did and I wish the ladies from Nantucket well.
Several store windows featured mannequins still being attired.
My caption for this would be "An Unarming Outfit."
I am sure they continued assembling the dress display as I moved along.
Other stores were still in the process of window dressing and more than a few smiles were seen as people passed by.
I had seen a sign advising that bicycles should be walked along blocked-off King Street and skateboarders were to carry their conveyance, not ride it.
Good advice for public safety. And, common courtesy.
This sign was in front of a cookie store, close to Calhoun Street, not further down King Street near a Starbucks.
Keeping a safe distance from a Corporate Behemoth is good advice.
But does this shop write your name on the cup?
Or, any name you want to give them?
I have had fun doing this to baristas.
No caption needed for this photo. It is really a cleverly-worded sign...once I figured out the Seattle connection.
(Click on the photos and links for more details.)
I try to participate in 2nd Sunday several times a year.
This time it was not raining and I try to dress appropriately.
I try to blend in and capture some candid moments.
One new store I saw simply had JAMES painted on the front.
I was tempted to go in and ask if they sold Jammies.
Fortunately for me, they were closed.
Remember, this event happens every month.
Go check it out.
On a designated Sunday.
Labels: A lady from Nantucket, Charleston City Paper, Corporate Behemoth, James & Jammies, King Street Cookies, Never On Sunday, Saint Joseph's, skinny dipping, Unarming Outfit
A Blooming Problem....
My yard and neighborhood have some beautiful azaleas.
Multi-colored beauties. A real treat of Springtime!
Er, but it's still Winter. According to the calendar.
That famous Groundhog predicted 6 more weeks of cold winter on his big Day.
Tell that to the azaleas. They are blooming mad this year.
We all are enjoying an early Spring now that Winter has been downgraded.
We've had early blooms before and it didn't cause any "problems" but this year it is going to affect Summerville's Flowertown in the Pines.
And, to a much lesser degree, members of my 21st Century Photography Group.
Charles Giet, a member, and long-time Summerville resident has put together an annual azalea photo walk for the last 3 years.
He cleverly times it a week BEFORE the official gathering that draws thousands of visitors.
We roam around with our cameras and take stunning photos of bushes in bloom and avoid any parking problems to see the same flowers others will see 7 days later.
This year he announced it would be Saturday, March 25. Like before ahead of the hordes of people.
Yesterday Charles changed it to this coming Saturday, March 4.
The "Y" in Summerville, the long-time sponsor of the 45th annual flowering event, has yet to announce any changes.
I don't envy them.
We simply sent out an email to our 130+ members and said the date has been moved up. A lot!
We plan to wander around and snap away at the array of colors Mother Nature provides.
(All if these photos were taken - literally - in my back yard in Hanahan.)
I don't know if a Farmers Market can be moved forward a few weekends.
The Taste will force restaurants to quickly rearrange schedules of staff and food preparations.I have no idea if a Jump Castle has to be reserved far in advance. Yikes. The logistics.
The signup for our annual azalea outing looks good.
Most had no problem moving things toward the first of the month instead of the end.
Flexibility comes easier to artists who enjoy the walk, the comradery, the beauty and the challenge to get a great photo.
I'm afraid the scene will be drab by comparison in just a few weeks.
I wish the "Y" well as it scrambles to match its needs with what the weather makes happen.
(Click on the photos and links for more details.)
Thanks for taking a sneak preview of our shortened azalea "season" here.
There's always next year!
Labels: Azalea Festival, blooming disaster, Flowertown in the Pines, hey bud, Mom Nature, Wait 'll next year!